Friday, 31 January 2014

Unto the Seventh Generation

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The cry of the Hawk, the spring hatchling now flown meant soon his world would be mere sound.  For a man, now dust in the wind, had made bones of a country and punishment for his kin. 

As Joash screamed for his son, he hoped, as had his father, that he would be the last.


  1. Hey...This one was deeply intense!
    very creative and perfect for the prompt.
    Loved your 55
    Thanks for playing, thanks for your fantastic support
    have a Kick Ass Week-End

  2. The eternal struggle, well-limned here--a very satisfying cadence and series of images, as well.

    1. Thanks, it could easily tip over into more formal poetry

  3. Better to be screaming than be the last of your kind.

  4. Leaves me with a sense of usefulness… just waiting for disaster.


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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.